Just One Week… Part Sixteen
Disclaimer: Though both authors are supremely ingenious, neither came up with the premises for this, or any, show. But the overwhelming creativity has overflowed and the result is what you have before you.
Authors' Note: Check it out- two updates within the course of three days. Hopefully we'll update again soon, because this is a fairly short chapter. Anyways, the standard: this is written by two best friends, a blonde and a brunette… which one do you think is crazier??
PART SIXTEEN
Cut to Rory and Lane walking down a dark hallway, lit by black lights and lined with all varieties of New York personalities. Extremely loud music is pulsating in the background.
Rory: Lane, are you sure this is a good idea?
Lane: What not? It's just a typical New York club. I think.
Rory: Woah wait- you think?
Lane: There's only one way to find out. Let's go.
Rory and Lane enter a large room. There is a bar at one end, and a stage at the other end. The place is packed with all kinds of people. On stage is an "angry chick band" (as they would say on 10 Things…) which is very loud. Rory and Lane have to yell at each other to communicate. I would type it all in caps to indicate that they're yelling, but that gets annoying. Keep this in mind.
Lane: This is awesome.
Rory: Yeah- how come we don't have this in Stars Hollow?
Lane: Because there's less people living in Stars Hollow than there are people in this room at this moment.
Rory: Since when did you become the practical one?
Lane: Do you really want to know?
Rory: Huh?
Lane: I said- Do you really want to know?
Rory: What? It's July, it can't snow!
Lane: No! I said- DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW??
Rory: Know what?
Lane: Aah! I can't remember!
Rory: What?
Lane: Let's go dance!
Rory: Huh?
Lane: Arh!!
Rory: Do you wanna dance?
Lane: YES!
Cut to the Gilmore residence. There is the suspicious sound of laughter and a general aura of contentment coming from the living room.
Emily: Oh I don't believe it!
Luke: It's true!
Richard: Only in that little town!
Lorelai: There are many things that could happen only in that little town.
Emily: I believe you. I don't even want to know what horrendous small town crimes you commit everyday.
Lorelai: Oh, Mom, don't go there!
Richard: I bet Luke's got some stories about our little Lorelai.
Luke: Oh, well-
Lorelai: Don't even think about it! Nobody says a thing about Lorelai except Lorelai!
Richard: We'll just wait for you to go to the washroom.
Luke: Nah, don't say that. Then she just won't pee until we're back in Stars Hollow.
Emily: Oh, well we couldn't have that. Richard, top up the drinks.
Richard: Wonderful idea, dear.
Richard stands up and walks over to the bar.
Luke: While Richard's busy with the drinks, I'm going to excuse myself to find the washroom.
Emily: Certainly.
Lorelai: (rapid fire style) OK, listen carefully. Walk out into the hall. Turn left. Walk twenty three steps and then turn to the right. Open the door. It should be the fourth door on the south wall. Once you've opened the door there will be two sets of stairs. Take the ones going up and when you get to the top landing, turn right. Walk down that hallway until it splits, "two roads diverged in a yellow wood" style. Take the left branch. Walk five and a half steps down that hallway and the door on the left should be a bathroom. Unless of course you take bigger steps than I do.
(Luke looks confused. Emily and Richard are dying laughing, carefully trying to avoid spilling their newly replenished drinks)
Luke: Um, I lost you around 'listen carefully'.
Emily: (trying to contain her laughter) The shortcut would be to walk to the main entrance, take the main stairs up, and it's the third door on the right.
Richard: Or else you could use the washroom right here on the main level. It's out that door and on your left.
Luke: There's a man after my own heart.
(The room erupts in laughter once again as Luke leaves for the washroom)
Disclaimer: Though both authors are supremely ingenious, neither came up with the premises for this, or any, show. But the overwhelming creativity has overflowed and the result is what you have before you.
Authors' Note: Check it out- two updates within the course of three days. Hopefully we'll update again soon, because this is a fairly short chapter. Anyways, the standard: this is written by two best friends, a blonde and a brunette… which one do you think is crazier??
PART SIXTEEN
Cut to Rory and Lane walking down a dark hallway, lit by black lights and lined with all varieties of New York personalities. Extremely loud music is pulsating in the background.
Rory: Lane, are you sure this is a good idea?
Lane: What not? It's just a typical New York club. I think.
Rory: Woah wait- you think?
Lane: There's only one way to find out. Let's go.
Rory and Lane enter a large room. There is a bar at one end, and a stage at the other end. The place is packed with all kinds of people. On stage is an "angry chick band" (as they would say on 10 Things…) which is very loud. Rory and Lane have to yell at each other to communicate. I would type it all in caps to indicate that they're yelling, but that gets annoying. Keep this in mind.
Lane: This is awesome.
Rory: Yeah- how come we don't have this in Stars Hollow?
Lane: Because there's less people living in Stars Hollow than there are people in this room at this moment.
Rory: Since when did you become the practical one?
Lane: Do you really want to know?
Rory: Huh?
Lane: I said- Do you really want to know?
Rory: What? It's July, it can't snow!
Lane: No! I said- DO YOU REALLY WANT TO KNOW??
Rory: Know what?
Lane: Aah! I can't remember!
Rory: What?
Lane: Let's go dance!
Rory: Huh?
Lane: Arh!!
Rory: Do you wanna dance?
Lane: YES!
Cut to the Gilmore residence. There is the suspicious sound of laughter and a general aura of contentment coming from the living room.
Emily: Oh I don't believe it!
Luke: It's true!
Richard: Only in that little town!
Lorelai: There are many things that could happen only in that little town.
Emily: I believe you. I don't even want to know what horrendous small town crimes you commit everyday.
Lorelai: Oh, Mom, don't go there!
Richard: I bet Luke's got some stories about our little Lorelai.
Luke: Oh, well-
Lorelai: Don't even think about it! Nobody says a thing about Lorelai except Lorelai!
Richard: We'll just wait for you to go to the washroom.
Luke: Nah, don't say that. Then she just won't pee until we're back in Stars Hollow.
Emily: Oh, well we couldn't have that. Richard, top up the drinks.
Richard: Wonderful idea, dear.
Richard stands up and walks over to the bar.
Luke: While Richard's busy with the drinks, I'm going to excuse myself to find the washroom.
Emily: Certainly.
Lorelai: (rapid fire style) OK, listen carefully. Walk out into the hall. Turn left. Walk twenty three steps and then turn to the right. Open the door. It should be the fourth door on the south wall. Once you've opened the door there will be two sets of stairs. Take the ones going up and when you get to the top landing, turn right. Walk down that hallway until it splits, "two roads diverged in a yellow wood" style. Take the left branch. Walk five and a half steps down that hallway and the door on the left should be a bathroom. Unless of course you take bigger steps than I do.
(Luke looks confused. Emily and Richard are dying laughing, carefully trying to avoid spilling their newly replenished drinks)
Luke: Um, I lost you around 'listen carefully'.
Emily: (trying to contain her laughter) The shortcut would be to walk to the main entrance, take the main stairs up, and it's the third door on the right.
Richard: Or else you could use the washroom right here on the main level. It's out that door and on your left.
Luke: There's a man after my own heart.
(The room erupts in laughter once again as Luke leaves for the washroom)